Quotes about will ogilvie

The Journey

Some of my friends (for friends I must supposeAll, who, not daring to appear my foes,Feign great good-will, and not more full of spiteThan full of craft, under false colours fight)Some of my friends (so lavishly I print)As more in sorrow than in anger, hint(Tho' that indeed will scarce admit a doubt)That I shall run my stock of genius out,My no great stock, and, publishing so fast,Must needs become a bankrupt at the last.Recover'd from the vanity of youth,I feel, alas! this melancholy truth,Thanks to each cordial, each advising friend,And am, if not too late, resolv'd to mend,Resolv'd to give some respite to my pen,Apply myself once more to books and men,View what is present, what is past review,And my old stock exhausted, lay in new.For twice six moons (let winds, turn'd porters, bearThis oath to Heav'n), for twice six moons, I swear,

His Gippsland Girl

Now, money was scarce and work was slack And love to his heart Crept in, And he rode away on the Northern track To war with the world and win; And he vowed by the locket upon his breast And its treasure, one red gold curl, To work with with a will in the fartherest West For the sake of his Gippsland girl.

The hot wind blows on the dusty plain And the red sun burns above, But he sees her face at his side again, And he strikes each blow for love. He toils by the light of one far-off star For the winning of one white pearl, And the swinging pick and the driving bar Strike home for the Gippsland girl.

With an aching wrist and a back that's bent, With salt sweat blinding eyes,